the wind water and fish bites
swings cherry trees and stringy things
me @ a little past midnight
whispering weeping and waiting for you
canoe paddles, Sunday strolls and a knife attack
I do enjoi candy corn stolen from the church vestibule
as the priest takes hold of my arm.
THIEF!
whispering weeping and waiting for you
As he beats me and strangles my every life's pleasure
away from me and tells me that God only cares for people
who can obey
so I look in the distance for something to cling to and reasons to go on singing but what I do find is already gone
and the vegetables are spoiling there right in the sink rotting away just like my soul has and I have nothing left to drink,
well anyways... its fine- well anyways- well any ways- any ways....
whispering weeping and waiting for you
Jul 23, 2015
Jul 23, 2015 at 3:07 PM UTC
the wind water and fish bites
swings cherry trees and stringy things
me @ a little past midnight
whispering weeping and waiting for you
canoe paddles, Sunday strolls and a knife attack
I do enjoi candy corn stolen from the church vestibule
as the priest takes hold of my arm.
THIEF!
whispering weeping and waiting for you
As he beats me and strangles my every life's pleasure
away from me and tells me that God only cares for people
who can obey
so I look in the distance for something to cling to and reasons to go on singing but what I do find is already gone
and the vegetables are spoiling there right in the sink rotting away just like my soul has and I have nothing left to drink,
well anyways... its fine- well anyways- well any ways- any ways....
whispering weeping and waiting for you
